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A compendium of 48 adventure locations, settlements, and regions for fantasy role-playing games.
by Michael Prescott
Forgot to add something about the chanting. The Shield Maidens priestess (cleric) joins in on the chanting, adding her divine power to the cause.
Do the Axe-wives live in a democracy??? I vote we flee!!!
Sister Marik, badly wounded by the shield debacle on the bridge, picks up the chant, trying to form and hold the advanced hand postures, to aid those who do not know the chant, or who need to give them orders.
We need to use the chant to hold against the air of the Ur-Menig, and then push forwards to our fallen companions, waking them, and bringing them into the chant, so that we might regroup and advance upon our enemies!
Sandwyrms! At this time!? At least, that is what the assumption is, knowing that sandwyrms move quickly and silently under the sand. And some need very little air. But I feel so sleepy... I start to swing wildly missing everything and hitting everything... made of air. As the sand moves nearby and bears down on me I throw my axe to hear a loud thud. A blue ichor seeps into the silt. One down, many to go...
I second Adam Rs plan. The sisters try to ward off the sleep via the chanting. The lullaby is simple as well as known already to some. It quickly spreads throughout the group. But is it fast enough and can it ward off a deathless sleep?
Additionally, one of the sisters carrying a torch (inspecting the fallen for surviving Dradkin) in a moment of panic throws the flame into the thick cloud. Fire is a simple enough answer... Too simple? Hopefully not.
Axewife Marra was a good fighter, but no better than most of her sisters. The axe came to her hand as readily as it did for any of the Grinvolt warriors, but she had always preferred the skills of tincture, suture, and salve. By pure chance, her training in medicine served her well in two ways this day.
First, it meant she was not eager to be the first through the breach, as her being dead on the front lines would be of no use to the injured. After the beast Matanaga fell, Marra was on the steps helping direct the walking wounded: this meant she was in a position to see the first of her sisters falling to an unseen and silent foe, apparently asleep.
Second, her desire for more effective techniques for fighting death and injury led her to care for injured or sick members of trade caravans to practice her skills. A learned, well-traveled priest, in her care for months, once taught her a MANTRA which she had since used often to still her mind in the long, cold nights before battle. His description of the chant was "a lullaby to stay awake in the dark."
Marra, more to stave off panic than anything else, began to sing the mantra under her breath. As those around her began to fall into an apparent slumber, Marra grew calm, ready to accept her fate as well, though angry that she and her sisters would fall to such a cowardly trick.
She was surprised to see she did not falter, did not succumb. In a flash of insight, Marra rushed to the nearest sister still clinging to consciousness and began the chant anew, this time in full voice. "Repeat my words, sister, that we might fight on."
It would take time to spread, but perhaps Marra could teach a small group before sleep took them, who could then continue this fight.